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My dinner from last night that I didn’t have, I had forgotten again. The dreams have been making it hard for me to eat. Every time I have a dream, I wake up scared, sweaty, restless; it’s that awful, sick feeling. And for the last two weeks, I’ve been having those dreams of someone asking for help. They remind me of my experience and him, that person which I don’t want to remember but miss at the same time. A knock at my door distracts me from my thoughts. “Your majesty?” someone said.

“Did you have a bad dream?” "No, it wasn't a bad dream. This dream made me happy yet confused. I always dream of seeing my mother and Deanna. The two of them seem like close friends. They often hold hands wherever they go and occasionally look in my direction, but in the dream, they never speak to me." “How many times have you had this dream, Alpha?” “I've had this dream in various places within my dreams.” Zoan took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “Have you asked the Moon Goddess about this? It seems like you—”

"Well, I had a couple new ones last night. It really weirded me out because this time they were finally about my mom." "Okay," nodded Ruthie. "When I'm having these dreams, sometimes I 'know' more than I 'see,' if that makes sense." "Huh?" "For instance, this time I dreamed about Mom and Dad and Uncle Ira. My uncle was introducing a little girl to my parents." "That doesn't seem very strange." "The little girl was me," I stated pointedly. "Oh, yeah, that's weird," she agreed. "Well, what happened in the dream?" "It was like my parents were just meeting me for the first time, and Mom was saying how much I looked like her."

Lately, I'd been having the same strange dream. A man stood somewhere in the distance, his outline blurred. The only things I could make out were his clear, gentle eyes and the small mole near the corner of one of them. He never spoke. He just watched me with this quiet sadness. Or sometimes, he would murmur, "I miss you so much." No matter how hard I tried, I could never figure out who he was. Nobody in my memory matched him at all.

The vision. It keeps coming back to me every night, never leaving out a single detail and growing more intense and sickening to the stomach. Never in all my life have I ever been this terrified. No one knows about the 'dream' except for Kyle and Parker. Parker only knows because he accidentally walked into our room while I was crying into Kyles shoulder. He promised he wouldn't say anything to anyone. I didn't want people to know about my situation, I didn't want to tell them what happens in that horrific dream. I didn't have the heart to tell Kyle that it was a vision, I didn't have the heart to come to terms that it is a vision in the first place.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

I'm aware that this is a dream. I've had similar dreams in the past. The dream appeared to be real. I noticed a group of people in the midst of the silence. They appear to coexist peacefully and live quietly. "Who are these people, anyway?" To be honest, I had a strange feeling that I had a close relationship with this group of people. They appear to be at one with nature, as if they are one with the environment. But something else piques my interest. When I looked closer, I noticed a little girl who looked familiar.

In one of the dreams I saw what happened to the couple before they entered the forest but the rest were just fragments scattered in my memory lane. People whom I didn't know their names or how they look like I have been dreaming about them for the last two decades. I had seen the woman's face but I was not sure whether it was my mind playing games because of all the stress or if it was real, the woman did look like me but I am not sure and now I know I am not the only one who sees them in their dreams. How can a dream relate me to a man whom I hate the most.

I take his desk chair as he sits on his bed. “We could go for a walk if that feels better for you? I wouldn't want rumours about us starting if you are seen going in or coming out of my room.” I contemplate, “No, everyone knows that we’re just friends and I’d rather have rumours than that people over hear what I want to ask you. “For a couple of months I’ve been having dreams that show me snippets of events. Usually the dreams warn me of something that’s going to happen so I can prepare myself and keep myself and others safe,” I gauge his reaction.

Damien told me once how to enter someone’s dreams, it was the day that I was pestering him with questions after he proved he was a demon by entering my own dreams and showing what he had done to Bradley and his friends. He said to focus on the person whose dreams you’re trying to enter and imagine that you were in their head.